The Gathering

We gather here in solemn plight,

To mourn the loss of life

For those who once walked in the light

Now trapped in endless strife

Their eyes once sparkled with hope

Now dulled, forever still

Their bodies, once filled with scope

Now cold and forever chill

They wander amongst us, unseen

A haunting reminder of what was

A ghostly presence, a constant fiend

Of what we have yet to cause

They were once alive, now dead

Their fate, a cruel twist of fate

We mourn, but their souls remain wed

To a life of eternal hate

So let us remember as we lay them to rest

The living dead, forever cursed

And let us strive to be our very best

To ensure our own souls are not reversed

For death is not the end

But a beginning of a darker bend.